"So what does this simplify to?"
Craig scratched his head for a second, his eyes squinting hard as he looked at the strange math question that decided to involve logs. "It simplifies to...48?"
"Yep." Tweek chirped back, drawing a little smiley face next to the correct answer, the face's tongue sticking out the corner of its mouth. He then looked at the next problem and saw it might be more challenging than the last. "Wanna try this one on your own?"
Craig saw the long question that was made purely of letters and parentheses and gave a quick. "Nope."
Tweek let out a small laugh. "Okay, so let's start with-"
A ringing cut off Tweek.
He turned his head from the worksheet to look in his bag at his phone. It's Tolkien. He frowned after seeing who it was. Not that Tolkien calling him is something to frown over, but it just didn't make sense for him to call him when he knew he was with Craig. It must have been important that he would be interrupting, and then again Tolkien was seeming to have a dwindling amount of respect for Tweek's 'Craig time'.
"Sorry, it's Tolkien." Tweek said to Craig, standing up to take the call. "I won't take more than a minute."
Craig furrowed a brow at the sudden lack of attention of him and his homework, but didn't complain. He only crossed his arms and watched Tweek as he spoke on the phone. He took off his hat to better hear whatever might be said loud enough from the tiny speaker on the phone.
"Hey Tolkien, you know I'm with Craig right now, right?" Tweek said into the phone. Craig giving a small smirk to himself as he thought about the annoyed bordering on disturbed face that Tolkien would give when he was brought up.
Craig caught little snippets of what Tolkien was saying, but nothing to make a whole idea that he could guess upon.
"Oh shoot." Tweek bit on his bottom lip as he continued to listen to Tolkien, his brows furrowing in distress as more words were said through the phone. "Ugh... Let's talk more after my session. Talk to you later." Tweek hung up and covered his mouth with his hand and let out a frustrated groan. The sound not being muffled in the way Tweek had hoped it would be.
Craig raised a brow. "Everything good?"
"Yeah, it's fine." Tweek sighed out, sitting back down with Craig as he let his phone fall into his satchel. "He just called to tell me that Wendy chose a carwash as the fundraiser for my prom idea."
Craig nodded, unsure of how that decision affects Tweek or prom. "And?"
"Carwashes bring in the least money. No one wants to see the student council awkwardly sponge down a car. It's weird." Tweek put his head in his hands. "Even with the low cost idea I gave, we will still be under budgeted."
Craig furrowed his brows, a stark realization happening in his mind. "Tolkien thought that couldn't wait til after our session?"
"I guess not." Tweek shrugged.
Craig crossed his arms to lean back against his chair. "He's kind of a dick."
"Excuse me?" Tweek's brows furrowed, offense being taken for his absent friend.
Craig turned his head to look at the miffed blonde. "He told you something that would upset you while you were doing something important. I'm sure he knew that would screw you up for the rest of the session." He then checked off an invisible box in the air. "Dick move."
Tweek's mouth opened to reject the claim and defend his friend, but his voice didn't come out. After another moment of an open mouth he closed it, halted by the words. He took a pouting minute before licking his lips and opening his mouth back up, saying pointedly. "He's not a dick."
